Page 7 of My Silent Demon

I glanced at Osian, who stood on the sidewalk, his hands in his jacket pockets, silently staring at me. Those black eyes were unsettling.

“That is definitely not how the conversation went.”

Wynn laughed. “Well, I can’t say Osian doesn’t want to murder you. He probably does. But he won’t. I can say he’s not the campus killer, and I did ask him to see if you can meet with me today.”

What a weird response.

I watched Osian. He stood in place silently. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Girl talk. I don’t hang out with a lot of women, so I really just want to talk. I’ve also got a nice meal cooking. Osian won’t hurt you. I swear. Can you come over this afternoon?”

I hesitated. I wanted to get back to my room and finish my essays so I could be done with them. “I’ve got a lot of homework to do. I don’t know if I can.”

“You’ve got all weekend. Please, please, please.”

“But—”

“Please. I won’t give up easily.”

I sighed. “Fine.” Maybe I should take a chance on these people. I didn’t have a lot of friends at this school.

“Great! I’ll see you in a few. Osian will drive you here, don’t worry.”

Of course he would.I rolled my eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay. Bye.”

I disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Osian. He looked at me, questioning the conversation.

“I’ll go to Wynn’s.”

He nodded like it was an expected conclusion, slipped the phone in his pocket, and pointed to a discrete black car parked on the street. Together, we walked to the car and slipped inside.

Osian started the engine. He pulled out of the parking space and followed the private school road until he reached the main street. He waited for traffic to pass and merged onto the street.

I studied his profile as he focused on the road. The outline of his jaw made me want to be closer. His lips looked like he knew how to kiss. I wondered if he’d let me kiss him.

He’d appeared in my dreams again last night, only this time we’d been sitting on a couch getting to know each other.

Osian glanced at me and gestured in a “what?” manner.

“Who are you?” I wondered aloud.

His forehead wrinkled, and he looped his hand like he wanted more information.

I didn’t want to tell him about the dreams. Or the intense need to kiss him. I shook my head. “Nothing. Nevermind.”

Osian frowned but let it go. We rode in silence before he steered the car into the parking lot outside an apartment building. He pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine.

He climbed out of the car. I grabbed my backpack and followed him across the parking lot, into the elevator on the first floor. Osian pressed the elevator button, then once we were in the elevator he tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and rode up in silence.

The elevator opened into a hallway with two doors along the inner wall. Osian walked us to the first door and knocked. Less than a minute later, the door opened and Wynn’s excited face appeared.

“Hi!” Wynn hugged me then Osian. I raised my eyebrows in surprise when the silent, tough guy hugged her back. A stab of jealousy ran through me. “Perfect timing! The turkey just came out of the oven. Come in, please.” She stepped back over the threshold and held the door for us.

A delicious food smell filled my nostrils as I stepped through the door. The apartment smelled like turkey and freshly baked bread.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Wynn said as she shut and locked the door behind us. “I may have gotten excited about visitors and cooked a feast.”

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